Muddy Mystery

I could feel him drag my limp body across the ground as I tried acting like I was still asleep. The road rash stung as I struggled keeping my composure. There was nothing that I could do but keep pretending I was unconscious so that I could make an escape. Where I planned on going was not something that I had quite figured out yet. How I was going to get away is something that wasn't quite figured out either.

Being on a camping trip in the middle of no where wasn't the ideal place to have gotten Chloroformed. Not only that but by my boyfriend of all people, and there was no one else around. The only thing that I could hope for was that he would fall asleep and I could make a run for it. There was a street somewhere around and finding it was the only way out. He couldn't go much longer without resting, and that is the only thing that I knew for sure.

We had been seeing each other for over a year and a half, and I thought I could trust him. Until we started fighting about his ex girlfriend and her family. At first I thought that they were the crazy ones, but then I realized that this whole time it was him. He lied about everything and I was gullible enough to have believed him, but now I knew better. Now that it was too late and I finally figured out why they were always trying to get him put in jail.

Suddenly the ground started getting damp below me and he stopped dragging my body. I was laying in a puddle of mud and I quickly started getting cold from the water beneath me. It smelt foul around me like I was by an unclean body of water. The stench was so bad that the only thing that was keeping me from throwing up was the fact that I hadn't eaten anything all day. Where had he brought me was a big surprise, but my plan was an even bigger surprise.

Little did he know that I had managed to get one of his pocket knives before I passed out. It had been invisibly hidden in the waste line of my baggy shorts, but my hands were tied behind my back leaving me without much that I could do. I was running out of time because if he put me in water I would drown before I could break free from the ropes, but I knew him. Well enough to know that he loved fire enough that he would probably be psychopathic enough to burn me before dumping my body somewhere.

My intuition was right as I started to hear the sound of him dragging sticks somewhere near by. As soon as I started to hear the sound of what sounded like crackling leaves I knew that he was making a fire. Thinking that I was still sleeping he was bound to walk of at some point for some reason to do something, but when? When would he expect that I would wake up and be ready to do something about it?

These were some of the questions that ran through my mind amongst many others. I gathered my strength to do whatever what necessary for me to escape, but how and where? Something in me was even ready to kill him to save myself. There was a sudden silence around me and I squinted my eyes open. The sound of crackling leaves had faded and all I could smell was the smoke. I couldn't tell where he had gone, and I couldn't see much of anything without moving or turning. The only thing that I could see clearly was a little lake in front of me beyond the muddy ground I was laying on.

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